Bitties p. 14
Rating: T-ish?
Words: 1,178
So, Ratchet wouldn't go down without a fight. :P Long update for you.
Ratchet sat on the edge of the medical berth, staring at the paint on his servo. In the decacycle since they had been 'returned' to their real ages, he had done much the same thing every sol. Go to work at his private practice and , between patients, stare at the paint on his servo, wishing it could be real, but knowing there was no way.
When Arcee had told him about his escapades, including painting her, Ratchet had apologized over and over, but she had just given him a sad look. It was then he realized that, no matter how much he apologized he wasn't going to be forgiven. So he'd retreated hastily and made sure to avoid her as much as possible each sol. It was hard, now that she was his receptionbot, but he managed as much as he could.
It made his spark ache, seeing the very thing he had longed for all those millions of stellar cycles and knowing it was all fake. Sighing through his vents Ratchet scooted off the berth and prepared to work again. Optimus was coming to see him. It was a bit depressing to see the bot since he and Ultra Magnus had taken to their bonding almost instantly. Ratchet already suspected that Optimus was carrying. Bot had the most fertile spark Ratchet had seen in a very long time.
Soon enough Optimus walked through the door, looking a bit hesitant. That pretty much confirmed it, since he was only shy about his spark. The rest of his frame, well, he was a guardbot and with all their fighting had gotten used to talking about his injuries.
“So Prime, what's brought you to me this sol?” Ratchet asked, a standard opening to their conversations and strictly medical.
“It's...well, um, you see...my...it's...you know.” Optimus stuttered, finally waving towards his chestplates.
“Your spark.” Ratchet finished for him. The bot must have grown up in some sort of sequestered commune or something. Treated just talking about a spark like it was the filthiest thing. Although it seemed he had no problem rubbing it on Ultra Magnus' spark.
“Yes.” Optimus confirmed quietly.
“Alright. Is it itchy? Painful? Numb?” Ratchet kept his questions closer to interfacing viruses than sparklings. He wanted Optimus to have to say it himself.
“No. Every once in a while it kind of...tickles. Like there's something....on....it.” Optimus told him, flushing.
“I'll need to connect a pad inside your sparkchamber, but I'm pretty sure I know what it is.” Ratchet told him. A little suspense would do the bot good.
Optimus hesitantly opened his sparkplates, letting Ratchet connect a datapad. It took only a few kliks for the confirmation to come up on the screen.
“Congratulations Optimus. Bonded for a decacycle and you're already sparked.” Ratchet told him, watching the shock flash across the bot's faceplates. It was....satisfying to see sometimes, watching bots who weren't trying for sparklings find out they were carrying.
“I'm....oh....I have to tell Ultra. This is good news.” Optimus blushed, pressing his servos to his now closed chestplates. “I'm so glad we bonded.”
“Right, well, I'll go dig up some of those informational datapads for carriers.” Ratchet informed him, trying not to sound as depressed as he felt. Before he could leave the room though, Optimus spoke up.
“How about you, Ratchet? Aren't you going to officially bond to Arcee?”
“I'm not the bot she wants Optimus.” Ratchet told him softly. “I'm old and broken down and I know it.”
“But she really seems to like you.” Optimus insisted.
Ratchet shook his head, but before he could say anything, Sari popped up from where she had, apparently, been hiding behind Optimus.
“She does like you, you big oaf.” Sari said, landing on Optimus' shoulder, turning to the bot and smiling smugly at him. “Told you you'd be sparked.” Before Optimus could retort she turned back to Ratchet. “She likes you, you like her, what's there to dispute? Besides, the AllSpark says you're already really compatible. Something about her being saturated with your energy or something like that. It's not being very specific.”
Ratchet felt slightly ill. He just knew that her being saturated with his energy had something to do with that blast from the EMP that had erased her memory. After all, it was designed for his systems. Made sense that so soon after being disconnected from him it would still carry a charge from his systems.
“It's not a good idea.” Ratchet insisted. “She never asked to be saturated with my energy and if we did bond, some sol she would online and realize she deserves better than some old broken down medicbot.”
“Oh Ratchet.” Arcee's voice came from the doorway and he turned to look at her, horrified that she had heard all of that. “I never wanted you because of your frame. You're a kind bot who has proved just how deeply he cares by mourning me for decavorns.” Arcee walked over, placing a servo on his faceplates. “You're only broken down because you've let yourself go. We both know you're not that much older than I am.”
“Arcee...” Ratchet tried to speak, but she silenced him with her servo.
“No. You are bonding to me this sol. I tried to give you your space, hoping this,” she pointed to the paint on their servos, “would convince you to finally ask me. You didn't so now I'm just going to insist.”
“We're not going to be able to get in to the Bonding Office this sol.” Ratchet pointed out. The bonding office was by appointment only and had a long waiting list.
“That's okay.” Sari said brightly. “You have a Priestess to officiate and a witness, so we're all set. I'll have Optimus submit the datapad later.”
“And I have the paint.” Arcee said, pulling out a small can of permanent paint and a brush, grabbing Ratchet's servo before he could even think to pull away.
Ratchet could only stare as the thick ring of bright blue paint was applied to his servo, larger than a typical bonding mark, obviously to be as noticeable as possible. Even after she finished, Ratchet could only stare dumbly at it for several kliks. Finally Arcee put the brush in his servo, closing his fingers around it for him.
“This is the part where you paint me.” She said, smiling softly at him.
Moving in a daze, Ratchet took her servo and very carefully painted a delicate ring around her finger, adding a small sigil for love before blushing furiously and letting go as quickly as possible. Arcee just stepped up, pulling his helm down into a claiming kiss, and Ratchet found his servos coming up to rest on her hips and backplates.
Sari coughed and said, “well, I think we'll be going so you two can celebrate your bond. Enjoy yourselves.”
Optimus and Sari exited hastily as Arcee pushed Ratchet down onto the berth, kissing him until he was just a puddle of bot beneath her.
Words: 1,178
So, Ratchet wouldn't go down without a fight. :P Long update for you.
Ratchet sat on the edge of the medical berth, staring at the paint on his servo. In the decacycle since they had been 'returned' to their real ages, he had done much the same thing every sol. Go to work at his private practice and , between patients, stare at the paint on his servo, wishing it could be real, but knowing there was no way.
When Arcee had told him about his escapades, including painting her, Ratchet had apologized over and over, but she had just given him a sad look. It was then he realized that, no matter how much he apologized he wasn't going to be forgiven. So he'd retreated hastily and made sure to avoid her as much as possible each sol. It was hard, now that she was his receptionbot, but he managed as much as he could.
It made his spark ache, seeing the very thing he had longed for all those millions of stellar cycles and knowing it was all fake. Sighing through his vents Ratchet scooted off the berth and prepared to work again. Optimus was coming to see him. It was a bit depressing to see the bot since he and Ultra Magnus had taken to their bonding almost instantly. Ratchet already suspected that Optimus was carrying. Bot had the most fertile spark Ratchet had seen in a very long time.
Soon enough Optimus walked through the door, looking a bit hesitant. That pretty much confirmed it, since he was only shy about his spark. The rest of his frame, well, he was a guardbot and with all their fighting had gotten used to talking about his injuries.
“So Prime, what's brought you to me this sol?” Ratchet asked, a standard opening to their conversations and strictly medical.
“It's...well, um, you see...my...it's...you know.” Optimus stuttered, finally waving towards his chestplates.
“Your spark.” Ratchet finished for him. The bot must have grown up in some sort of sequestered commune or something. Treated just talking about a spark like it was the filthiest thing. Although it seemed he had no problem rubbing it on Ultra Magnus' spark.
“Yes.” Optimus confirmed quietly.
“Alright. Is it itchy? Painful? Numb?” Ratchet kept his questions closer to interfacing viruses than sparklings. He wanted Optimus to have to say it himself.
“No. Every once in a while it kind of...tickles. Like there's something....on....it.” Optimus told him, flushing.
“I'll need to connect a pad inside your sparkchamber, but I'm pretty sure I know what it is.” Ratchet told him. A little suspense would do the bot good.
Optimus hesitantly opened his sparkplates, letting Ratchet connect a datapad. It took only a few kliks for the confirmation to come up on the screen.
“Congratulations Optimus. Bonded for a decacycle and you're already sparked.” Ratchet told him, watching the shock flash across the bot's faceplates. It was....satisfying to see sometimes, watching bots who weren't trying for sparklings find out they were carrying.
“I'm....oh....I have to tell Ultra. This is good news.” Optimus blushed, pressing his servos to his now closed chestplates. “I'm so glad we bonded.”
“Right, well, I'll go dig up some of those informational datapads for carriers.” Ratchet informed him, trying not to sound as depressed as he felt. Before he could leave the room though, Optimus spoke up.
“How about you, Ratchet? Aren't you going to officially bond to Arcee?”
“I'm not the bot she wants Optimus.” Ratchet told him softly. “I'm old and broken down and I know it.”
“But she really seems to like you.” Optimus insisted.
Ratchet shook his head, but before he could say anything, Sari popped up from where she had, apparently, been hiding behind Optimus.
“She does like you, you big oaf.” Sari said, landing on Optimus' shoulder, turning to the bot and smiling smugly at him. “Told you you'd be sparked.” Before Optimus could retort she turned back to Ratchet. “She likes you, you like her, what's there to dispute? Besides, the AllSpark says you're already really compatible. Something about her being saturated with your energy or something like that. It's not being very specific.”
Ratchet felt slightly ill. He just knew that her being saturated with his energy had something to do with that blast from the EMP that had erased her memory. After all, it was designed for his systems. Made sense that so soon after being disconnected from him it would still carry a charge from his systems.
“It's not a good idea.” Ratchet insisted. “She never asked to be saturated with my energy and if we did bond, some sol she would online and realize she deserves better than some old broken down medicbot.”
“Oh Ratchet.” Arcee's voice came from the doorway and he turned to look at her, horrified that she had heard all of that. “I never wanted you because of your frame. You're a kind bot who has proved just how deeply he cares by mourning me for decavorns.” Arcee walked over, placing a servo on his faceplates. “You're only broken down because you've let yourself go. We both know you're not that much older than I am.”
“Arcee...” Ratchet tried to speak, but she silenced him with her servo.
“No. You are bonding to me this sol. I tried to give you your space, hoping this,” she pointed to the paint on their servos, “would convince you to finally ask me. You didn't so now I'm just going to insist.”
“We're not going to be able to get in to the Bonding Office this sol.” Ratchet pointed out. The bonding office was by appointment only and had a long waiting list.
“That's okay.” Sari said brightly. “You have a Priestess to officiate and a witness, so we're all set. I'll have Optimus submit the datapad later.”
“And I have the paint.” Arcee said, pulling out a small can of permanent paint and a brush, grabbing Ratchet's servo before he could even think to pull away.
Ratchet could only stare as the thick ring of bright blue paint was applied to his servo, larger than a typical bonding mark, obviously to be as noticeable as possible. Even after she finished, Ratchet could only stare dumbly at it for several kliks. Finally Arcee put the brush in his servo, closing his fingers around it for him.
“This is the part where you paint me.” She said, smiling softly at him.
Moving in a daze, Ratchet took her servo and very carefully painted a delicate ring around her finger, adding a small sigil for love before blushing furiously and letting go as quickly as possible. Arcee just stepped up, pulling his helm down into a claiming kiss, and Ratchet found his servos coming up to rest on her hips and backplates.
Sari coughed and said, “well, I think we'll be going so you two can celebrate your bond. Enjoy yourselves.”
Optimus and Sari exited hastily as Arcee pushed Ratchet down onto the berth, kissing him until he was just a puddle of bot beneath her.